A couple of weeks ago after dropping off my used Nespresso capsules for recycling at Bloomingdale’s, I stepped onto the down escalator and immediately spotted this sweater, strategically racked right at the bottom. It winked and blew me kisses all the way, and by the time I stepped off on the second floor landing, I was smitten. Often after a clothing coup de foudre, the try-on is a disappointment but not this time. I think we’re going to have a long and happy relationship.
This sweater hit all the right notes for me. It’s fun and just girly enough, but not twee. The swingy cut flirts with a bit of volume, but the light weight and drape keep it from veering into tent territory. I’d wear it in Paris. Even le monsieur, who rarely notices what I’m wearing, said (unsolicited) “wow, nice top!” when I tried it on at home. Purchased at the start of the last heat wave, I figured it would be too warm to wear it for weeks, but the Universe was in a magnanimous mood and gave us a few days of cool-enough weather.
I’ll be linking up with Bella’s Shoe Shine at The Citizen Rosebud.
Do your across-the-room clothing romances generally work out?
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